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maculategiraffe) wrote2008-12-09 10:45 am
maculategiraffe) wrote2008-12-09 10:45 am
I... literally cannot stop writing stories, y'all.
"You understand-- that the need to set down words-- this need is like the Spider's need who carries before her a huge Burden of Silk which she must spin out-- the silk is her life, her home, her safety-- her food and drink too-- and if it is attacked or pulled down, why, what can she do but make more, spin afresh, design anew-- she Must-- or die of Surfeit-- do you understand me?"
-A.S. Byatt, Possession
So as I warily circle the backlog of everything else, devising cunning and careful strategies for catchup and future better management...
Lee woke up with a jolt that woke Bran too; Bran smiled at him as Lee snatched a deep breath, his heart already beating too fast.
"Hey," said Bran. "Today's the big day."
Lee nodded, feeling a little dizzy.
"I'm going to miss you." Bran pulled Lee in close and hugged him; Lee managed to make his arms hug back. "Gods, Lee, I'm going to miss you so much."
"Me too," Lee whispered. "I love you, Bran."
"I love you too." Bran laid him back down on his back and smiled down at him. "But hey, it's not like I'll never see you again. We'll visit-- a lot. I know his lordship will let you see as much of us as you want to. And my master will want to check in on you and make sure you're being treated right." He winked at Lee. "And so will Jer."
Lee smiled, his cheeks heating up, and rolled over against Bran, who stroked his naked back and kissed his shoulder, then took Lee's earlobe in his mouth and nibbled gently. Lee laughed and squirmed under him.
"Hey," Bran said again, disengaging his mouth. "Since you're leaving today--"
Lee licked Bran's neck, and Bran jumped and laughed, too, as Lee rolled them both over till Lee was lying on top of Bran, hands on his shoulders, nuzzling his face and touching it with tiny kisses all over.
"Lee…" Bran was smiling, kissing back a little, his hands sliding down Lee's back to cup his bottom and knead it gently. Lee moved his pelvis, pushing into the touch, his hardening penis rubbing deliciously up against Bran's. "Oh… yes… no… wait…"
Lee paused and looked down expectantly at Bran, who moved under him and rolled them both back over till Bran was on top, his greater weight and muscle pinning Lee to the mattress.
"It's your last day," he said, "so let's make it count."
"It always counts," Lee answered, smiling, and Bran smiled back and kissed him softly on the mouth.
"I know," he said, when he'd kissed Lee breathless. "Go clean up-- and then I will."
Lee smiled and obeyed, pulling on his tunic from last night and hurrying through the hall to the bathroom; when he got back, Bran jumped up and left. Lee pulled his tunic back off and lay down on his back on the bed, waiting without impatience with his hands clasped together above his head.
Bran came back, pulled his tunic over his head as he kicked the door shut behind him, and climbed back on top of Lee, who lay still and relaxed under him, kissing him back happily. Bran was easy and eager at once, his hands sweetly familiar with Lee's shoulders, then his neck, then twining gently through his hair.
He kissed all the way down Lee, lingering with hot breath and ticklish tongue and careful teeth wherever Lee sighed or murmured-- his neck, both of his nipples, his belly and navel-- but didn't pause at his penis, beyond a couple of licks. Lee stayed still for them, and stayed still while Bran kissed his inner thighs, lapped between his legs, teased with a finger at his hole, and then kissed all the way down his legs. He laughed when Bran started sucking his toes, but didn't pull away; Bran suckled luxuriously at them for awhile, then pulled back and flipped Lee over onto his stomach.
Lee settled into the new position as Bran started in on the soles of his feet, and moved up towards the ticklish insides of his knees; Lee was good at staying still, even when Bran's tongue slid between his buttocks, and then further up, to the base of his spine, then slowly up each little knob of vertebra, his hands playing with Lee's ribcage, running over the little ridges of his scars. He kissed the back of Lee's neck, and then pulled back, straddling Lee, his weight shifting; the drawer opened, and Lee rested, waiting.
Bran's slippery fingers slid inside him, checking, and then the head of Bran's penis was nudging at Lee's hole, and Lee drew in his breath and let it out slowly, relaxing. Bran slid in, and Lee stayed still, waiting for him to reach the spot that would--
--and moaned as Bran nudged against it; Bran could tell, and shifted a little, stroking inside him. Lee pushed back eagerly against him, and Bran speeded up, riding him harder; then Lee stopped and flattened his pelvis against the bed, keeping his cock trapped to stop himself from coming too soon, and Bran slowed down a little.
Lee was sweating, getting very close-- he could feel the moisture pooling at the tip of his erection, between his legs and the sheet-- when Bran finally shot hard inside him with a low grunt of satisfaction, stayed poised and shuddering above him for a minute, and then pulled out and rolled Lee back over on his back. He touched Lee's straining cock with one light finger, and it jumped towards him; he smiled and bent over to take it into his mouth.
Lee cried out, grabbing violent double handfuls of the sheet beneath him, as Bran's fingers clamped in a tight ring around the base of his cock, his tongue doing things that made Lee's heels kick violently against the mattress. He drew it out longer than Lee thought he could bear, and then just a little longer, before he pulled his mouth away and rolled over on his back, spreading and lifting his legs till his knees were up around his ears, and smiling up at Lee.
Lee grabbed at the bottle of lubricant where Bran had left it lying in the wrinkled sheets and dripped the oil onto his almost unbearably sensitive erection; he didn't bother to check Bran's readiness with his fingers before he climbed onto him, kneeling over him, letting Bran's heels rest on his shoulders, and sliding inside.
"Lee," Bran whispered. "You feel so fucking good-- fuck me-- please, sweetheart--"
Lee didn't really need asking; he was already stroking himself, deep and hard and fast, in the welcoming heat of Bran's body, torn between the desire to stay there for as long as possible and the desire to come right away. Bran was still whispering under him, until Lee covered his mouth with a greedy kiss, and Bran sucked and lapped at his lips, and a loud, firm knock at the door nearly made Lee jump out of his skin. He jerked his mouth back, still buried deep inside Bran, and Bran called out, "Come in--"
Lee froze as the door opened and the master came in, fully dressed-- but the master grinned as he took in the scene and said, "Oh, please, don't mind me."
"Lee," Bran begged, and Lee started again, slowly, then faster as Bran groaned under him and the master closed the door behind himself and came further into the room, watching with obvious pleasure. Lee focused on Bran's blissful face, all too aware of their master's eyes on both of them, but even that couldn't keep him restrained for long; he looked up involuntarily at his master when he was almost too close to hold back, and the master understood and gave him a quick nod, which was enough to send him over the edge, coming in spasms of relief and ecstasy into the boy beneath him, and then going still, keeping his eyes on Bran's smiling face.
"Making the most of your time, I see," said the master, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to Bran. "You may pull out, if you wish."
Lee did as he was bidden, and Bran rolled out from under him and nuzzled at his master's hip. The master put one caressing hand on Bran's head, making Bran hum happily, and reached the other hand out to take Lee's, still a little slippery with the lubricating oil, in his. Lee kept his eyes down, still flushed and trembling a little from his release and from the unexpectedness of his master's arrival at that particular moment.
"Good morning," the master said. "And what a nice way to begin the day. How are you feeling, Lee? Any butterflies?"
"A f-few, master," Lee managed, lifting his eyes to his master's; the master released his hand and reached up to touch his cheek and run a hand over his hair.
"That's natural," he said. "It's a big day for you. But you know we'll be checking up on you-- I will, and Bran, and Jer, of course."
Lee smiled faintly. "Thank you, master."
"Master?" Bran lifted his head, and pulled himself up, draping himself ingratiatingly against his master's shoulder; Holden's arm came up to lace around Bran's waist and pull him closer. "Do you think Lord Taganov would let Lee-- after he's sold-- still be with other people?"
"Not that you have anyone particular in mind," said the master, grinning at Bran, who grinned back. "Andrei hasn't even gotten to sleep with him yet, Bran. Give it some time."
Bran nodded, sobering. "Yes, master. I don't want to-- I mean, I know Lee and his lordship need to-- get to know each other."
"Right," said the master, and ran his hand over Lee's hair again. "But once things are a bit more settled-- well, I'm sure Andrei wouldn't mind being asked, at least. Lee could ask him-- or I could, if Lee's too shy."
Lee blushed and lowered his eyes again.
"Bran, love," the master went on, "could you give us a minute? I'd like to talk to Lee about what's going to happen today."
"Yes, master," said Bran, and slid off the bed, fumbling on the floor for his tunic. "I'll see you at breakfast, Lee."
"Okay," said Lee, smiling; Bran wiggled into his tunic and then leaned down to kiss Lee deeply on the mouth before he pulled away and hurried out the door.
"You're absolutely sure you're okay with this?" the master asked, and Lee smiled and answered, "Yes, master. Thank you."
"Because," the master continued, "Andrei and I-- well, we've talked about what happens after we lose the court case. But once I sell you to him, it's not technically under my control any more. I won't-- well, you won't belong to me any more. If he changes his mind--"
"I understand, master," said Lee, smiling. "I trust Lord Taganov."
"Well," said the master. "Okay. I mean, so do I, or I wouldn't-- but if you aren't comfortable with this, then, well--"
Lee kept smiling, and his master smiled back finally, and took both of Lee's hands in his.
"This is strange for me," he confessed, and Lee lowered his eyes to their clasped hands.
"Master?" he said without looking up.
"Yes, sweetheart," said his master.
"When you said," Lee began, and hesitated, and then started over, "I didn't-- I didn't really understand what you meant, when you said--"
"When I said what?" the master asked, squeezing Lee's hands reassuringly, when Lee faltered.
"You said--" Lee swallowed. "You said-- you felt-- to me-- like I was a-- your-- son."
He kept his eyes down as his master lifted one of Lee's hands and touched it to his lips, as his gentle voice answered, "I remember."
"I didn't understand," Lee said again. "My-- my f-father-- he didn't-- I wasn't--" He took a deep breath. "He-- he hurt me."
"Ah," said the master, a soft little sigh of comprehension. "I'm sorry-- if that frightened you. Saying that."
"No," said Lee, his grip tightening a little. "I just-- I just didn't understand."
"Do you understand now?" asked the master, and Lee shivered, and looked up into the smiling, loving face, and lunged forward, without giving himself time to think, into his master's arms, wrapping his arms around the solid warmth of his master's body, resting against his chest and shoulder and legs. His master's arms came up around him and hugged him close, and warm lips kissed his ear.
"Hey," his master said softly, into his ear. "Hey, sweetheart."
"Thank you," Lee whispered. "Master--" He didn't know any words remotely equal to the debt, so he just repeated, helplessly, inadequately, "Thank you, master-- thank you-- thank you--"
"Shhhh," his master said, stroking his naked, scarred, healed back. "Hey. It's okay, Lee. It's okay."
Lee held on, and was held, in a silence that breathed and smelled of warm skin, and that lasted for a long time, while he didn't worry about how long it had been, or how much longer, in the shelter of his master's arms. Then he murmured, "Master?"
"Yes, my Lee."
Lee lifted his head. "I'm ready."
Lord Taganov's hand quivered a little as it offered the check; it might not have shown as much if Lee's master hadn't been hesitating before taking it. They both looked at Lee, who smiled back at both of them, his heart pounding.
"I'm ready," he said again, and his master reached out and took the check.
Lee knelt slowly, carefully, at the feet of his new master, who reached down both hands to take his and raise him to his feet.
"Come, dear," he said, his voice a little unsteady too, but he smiled at Lee, and Lee smiled back. "I'll take you home."
-A.S. Byatt, Possession
So as I warily circle the backlog of everything else, devising cunning and careful strategies for catchup and future better management...
Lee woke up with a jolt that woke Bran too; Bran smiled at him as Lee snatched a deep breath, his heart already beating too fast.
"Hey," said Bran. "Today's the big day."
Lee nodded, feeling a little dizzy.
"I'm going to miss you." Bran pulled Lee in close and hugged him; Lee managed to make his arms hug back. "Gods, Lee, I'm going to miss you so much."
"Me too," Lee whispered. "I love you, Bran."
"I love you too." Bran laid him back down on his back and smiled down at him. "But hey, it's not like I'll never see you again. We'll visit-- a lot. I know his lordship will let you see as much of us as you want to. And my master will want to check in on you and make sure you're being treated right." He winked at Lee. "And so will Jer."
Lee smiled, his cheeks heating up, and rolled over against Bran, who stroked his naked back and kissed his shoulder, then took Lee's earlobe in his mouth and nibbled gently. Lee laughed and squirmed under him.
"Hey," Bran said again, disengaging his mouth. "Since you're leaving today--"
Lee licked Bran's neck, and Bran jumped and laughed, too, as Lee rolled them both over till Lee was lying on top of Bran, hands on his shoulders, nuzzling his face and touching it with tiny kisses all over.
"Lee…" Bran was smiling, kissing back a little, his hands sliding down Lee's back to cup his bottom and knead it gently. Lee moved his pelvis, pushing into the touch, his hardening penis rubbing deliciously up against Bran's. "Oh… yes… no… wait…"
Lee paused and looked down expectantly at Bran, who moved under him and rolled them both back over till Bran was on top, his greater weight and muscle pinning Lee to the mattress.
"It's your last day," he said, "so let's make it count."
"It always counts," Lee answered, smiling, and Bran smiled back and kissed him softly on the mouth.
"I know," he said, when he'd kissed Lee breathless. "Go clean up-- and then I will."
Lee smiled and obeyed, pulling on his tunic from last night and hurrying through the hall to the bathroom; when he got back, Bran jumped up and left. Lee pulled his tunic back off and lay down on his back on the bed, waiting without impatience with his hands clasped together above his head.
Bran came back, pulled his tunic over his head as he kicked the door shut behind him, and climbed back on top of Lee, who lay still and relaxed under him, kissing him back happily. Bran was easy and eager at once, his hands sweetly familiar with Lee's shoulders, then his neck, then twining gently through his hair.
He kissed all the way down Lee, lingering with hot breath and ticklish tongue and careful teeth wherever Lee sighed or murmured-- his neck, both of his nipples, his belly and navel-- but didn't pause at his penis, beyond a couple of licks. Lee stayed still for them, and stayed still while Bran kissed his inner thighs, lapped between his legs, teased with a finger at his hole, and then kissed all the way down his legs. He laughed when Bran started sucking his toes, but didn't pull away; Bran suckled luxuriously at them for awhile, then pulled back and flipped Lee over onto his stomach.
Lee settled into the new position as Bran started in on the soles of his feet, and moved up towards the ticklish insides of his knees; Lee was good at staying still, even when Bran's tongue slid between his buttocks, and then further up, to the base of his spine, then slowly up each little knob of vertebra, his hands playing with Lee's ribcage, running over the little ridges of his scars. He kissed the back of Lee's neck, and then pulled back, straddling Lee, his weight shifting; the drawer opened, and Lee rested, waiting.
Bran's slippery fingers slid inside him, checking, and then the head of Bran's penis was nudging at Lee's hole, and Lee drew in his breath and let it out slowly, relaxing. Bran slid in, and Lee stayed still, waiting for him to reach the spot that would--
--and moaned as Bran nudged against it; Bran could tell, and shifted a little, stroking inside him. Lee pushed back eagerly against him, and Bran speeded up, riding him harder; then Lee stopped and flattened his pelvis against the bed, keeping his cock trapped to stop himself from coming too soon, and Bran slowed down a little.
Lee was sweating, getting very close-- he could feel the moisture pooling at the tip of his erection, between his legs and the sheet-- when Bran finally shot hard inside him with a low grunt of satisfaction, stayed poised and shuddering above him for a minute, and then pulled out and rolled Lee back over on his back. He touched Lee's straining cock with one light finger, and it jumped towards him; he smiled and bent over to take it into his mouth.
Lee cried out, grabbing violent double handfuls of the sheet beneath him, as Bran's fingers clamped in a tight ring around the base of his cock, his tongue doing things that made Lee's heels kick violently against the mattress. He drew it out longer than Lee thought he could bear, and then just a little longer, before he pulled his mouth away and rolled over on his back, spreading and lifting his legs till his knees were up around his ears, and smiling up at Lee.
Lee grabbed at the bottle of lubricant where Bran had left it lying in the wrinkled sheets and dripped the oil onto his almost unbearably sensitive erection; he didn't bother to check Bran's readiness with his fingers before he climbed onto him, kneeling over him, letting Bran's heels rest on his shoulders, and sliding inside.
"Lee," Bran whispered. "You feel so fucking good-- fuck me-- please, sweetheart--"
Lee didn't really need asking; he was already stroking himself, deep and hard and fast, in the welcoming heat of Bran's body, torn between the desire to stay there for as long as possible and the desire to come right away. Bran was still whispering under him, until Lee covered his mouth with a greedy kiss, and Bran sucked and lapped at his lips, and a loud, firm knock at the door nearly made Lee jump out of his skin. He jerked his mouth back, still buried deep inside Bran, and Bran called out, "Come in--"
Lee froze as the door opened and the master came in, fully dressed-- but the master grinned as he took in the scene and said, "Oh, please, don't mind me."
"Lee," Bran begged, and Lee started again, slowly, then faster as Bran groaned under him and the master closed the door behind himself and came further into the room, watching with obvious pleasure. Lee focused on Bran's blissful face, all too aware of their master's eyes on both of them, but even that couldn't keep him restrained for long; he looked up involuntarily at his master when he was almost too close to hold back, and the master understood and gave him a quick nod, which was enough to send him over the edge, coming in spasms of relief and ecstasy into the boy beneath him, and then going still, keeping his eyes on Bran's smiling face.
"Making the most of your time, I see," said the master, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to Bran. "You may pull out, if you wish."
Lee did as he was bidden, and Bran rolled out from under him and nuzzled at his master's hip. The master put one caressing hand on Bran's head, making Bran hum happily, and reached the other hand out to take Lee's, still a little slippery with the lubricating oil, in his. Lee kept his eyes down, still flushed and trembling a little from his release and from the unexpectedness of his master's arrival at that particular moment.
"Good morning," the master said. "And what a nice way to begin the day. How are you feeling, Lee? Any butterflies?"
"A f-few, master," Lee managed, lifting his eyes to his master's; the master released his hand and reached up to touch his cheek and run a hand over his hair.
"That's natural," he said. "It's a big day for you. But you know we'll be checking up on you-- I will, and Bran, and Jer, of course."
Lee smiled faintly. "Thank you, master."
"Master?" Bran lifted his head, and pulled himself up, draping himself ingratiatingly against his master's shoulder; Holden's arm came up to lace around Bran's waist and pull him closer. "Do you think Lord Taganov would let Lee-- after he's sold-- still be with other people?"
"Not that you have anyone particular in mind," said the master, grinning at Bran, who grinned back. "Andrei hasn't even gotten to sleep with him yet, Bran. Give it some time."
Bran nodded, sobering. "Yes, master. I don't want to-- I mean, I know Lee and his lordship need to-- get to know each other."
"Right," said the master, and ran his hand over Lee's hair again. "But once things are a bit more settled-- well, I'm sure Andrei wouldn't mind being asked, at least. Lee could ask him-- or I could, if Lee's too shy."
Lee blushed and lowered his eyes again.
"Bran, love," the master went on, "could you give us a minute? I'd like to talk to Lee about what's going to happen today."
"Yes, master," said Bran, and slid off the bed, fumbling on the floor for his tunic. "I'll see you at breakfast, Lee."
"Okay," said Lee, smiling; Bran wiggled into his tunic and then leaned down to kiss Lee deeply on the mouth before he pulled away and hurried out the door.
"You're absolutely sure you're okay with this?" the master asked, and Lee smiled and answered, "Yes, master. Thank you."
"Because," the master continued, "Andrei and I-- well, we've talked about what happens after we lose the court case. But once I sell you to him, it's not technically under my control any more. I won't-- well, you won't belong to me any more. If he changes his mind--"
"I understand, master," said Lee, smiling. "I trust Lord Taganov."
"Well," said the master. "Okay. I mean, so do I, or I wouldn't-- but if you aren't comfortable with this, then, well--"
Lee kept smiling, and his master smiled back finally, and took both of Lee's hands in his.
"This is strange for me," he confessed, and Lee lowered his eyes to their clasped hands.
"Master?" he said without looking up.
"Yes, sweetheart," said his master.
"When you said," Lee began, and hesitated, and then started over, "I didn't-- I didn't really understand what you meant, when you said--"
"When I said what?" the master asked, squeezing Lee's hands reassuringly, when Lee faltered.
"You said--" Lee swallowed. "You said-- you felt-- to me-- like I was a-- your-- son."
He kept his eyes down as his master lifted one of Lee's hands and touched it to his lips, as his gentle voice answered, "I remember."
"I didn't understand," Lee said again. "My-- my f-father-- he didn't-- I wasn't--" He took a deep breath. "He-- he hurt me."
"Ah," said the master, a soft little sigh of comprehension. "I'm sorry-- if that frightened you. Saying that."
"No," said Lee, his grip tightening a little. "I just-- I just didn't understand."
"Do you understand now?" asked the master, and Lee shivered, and looked up into the smiling, loving face, and lunged forward, without giving himself time to think, into his master's arms, wrapping his arms around the solid warmth of his master's body, resting against his chest and shoulder and legs. His master's arms came up around him and hugged him close, and warm lips kissed his ear.
"Hey," his master said softly, into his ear. "Hey, sweetheart."
"Thank you," Lee whispered. "Master--" He didn't know any words remotely equal to the debt, so he just repeated, helplessly, inadequately, "Thank you, master-- thank you-- thank you--"
"Shhhh," his master said, stroking his naked, scarred, healed back. "Hey. It's okay, Lee. It's okay."
Lee held on, and was held, in a silence that breathed and smelled of warm skin, and that lasted for a long time, while he didn't worry about how long it had been, or how much longer, in the shelter of his master's arms. Then he murmured, "Master?"
"Yes, my Lee."
Lee lifted his head. "I'm ready."
Lord Taganov's hand quivered a little as it offered the check; it might not have shown as much if Lee's master hadn't been hesitating before taking it. They both looked at Lee, who smiled back at both of them, his heart pounding.
"I'm ready," he said again, and his master reached out and took the check.
Lee knelt slowly, carefully, at the feet of his new master, who reached down both hands to take his and raise him to his feet.
"Come, dear," he said, his voice a little unsteady too, but he smiled at Lee, and Lee smiled back. "I'll take you home."